Especially while wearing another one of his oversized hoodies he seemed to drown in and those trackies that Harry knew hugged Louis’ bum just right. Even with the small bags under his mesmerizing blue eyes that Harry loved so much. No, he needed to walk away, better sit in the next plane to where ever just so he wouldn’t do something stupid like flinging himself into Louis’ arms and telling him how much he liked him. “If - I mean I’m not sure that it’s my place but… if you want to talk about it, I’m here okay?” Louis said, careful smile once again on his face. “Yeah, of course, Lou.” He tried a little smile but the frown on Louis’ face told him that it wasn’t convincing. Harry sniffed and quickly wiped his eyes. “Hey, are you alright?” His tone was soft, nearly as soft as the look in his eyes while he observed Harry’s reaction. I thought you heard me,” Louis smiled sheepishly, his hands thrown up in front of his chest. “Jesus!” Harry gasped and jumped at least a foot into the air before he realized who has just sat down next to him. And he wouldn’t have gotten nearly a heart attack when suddenly a warm body appeared next to him. He would’ve heard the small steps that came closer and closer towards the living room. If Harry hadn’t been so deep in his head, he probably would’ve heard the front door opening and closing. And he would not think about the deep disappointment he felt when Louis walked into his flat, Aiden’s arm draped over his shoulders and introducing Louis as his new boyfriend. He would not think about how he was always too shy to ask him out. He would not think about the crush he had on the other boy since his first year in uni. He would not think about Louis Tomlinson again. Aiden’s beautiful, funny, caring, lovable boyfriend who always threw a nice smile in Harry’s direction that made him weak in the knees. He would not breach that topic that was Aiden’s boyfriend. And now he was sitting there again, crying over that stupid arsehole while he was probably partying away somewhere or meeting his pretty boyfriend. He knew that he was spreading so much negativity with this topic but he apparently just couldn’t stop. He already spent too much time venting to his family and friends about his stupid flatmate. Tears pricked in his eyes which frustrated him even more.
He sunk down onto the old sofa and buried his face in his hands. There were empty plates covering the coffee table, clothes lying in front of Aiden’s room in the hallway and mouldy containers sitting on the kitchen table.
That being said didn’t smaller the shock and the disappointment that flowed through Harry’s body as soon as he had opened the door and seen all the empty beer bottles scattered all over the place. He knew that he would come back to a messy flat. He had fucked off to his family on Christmas Eve, just a few days after Harry himself had left the flat to spent Christmas and New Year’s with his family in Cheshire. It wasn’t a problem that he was loudly talking to himself now. But now all that it represented was another stressful part of his day, when Harry once again had to discover what kind of damage Aiden produced while Harry was gone. He was just his flatmate who tried to have a nice and cozy flat where he could relax after another excruciating day at uni or work. He wasn’t Aiden’s mother, for fuck’s sake. He was so done with playing the part of the bad cop. Or to clean up the food leftovers that Aiden managed to spread all over the kitchen, the hallway and the tiny living room they shared.
Or to open the windows in the kitchen when they were fogged up from steam. He was just so sick and tired of constantly having to remind Aiden to turn off the stove when he was done cooking. With stomping feet and unintelligible words grumbled under his breath he stormed through his flat.